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Earth Dimension [Apocalypse]; 08/30.
Aug. 30th, 2017 09:54 amThe Death Stalkers had finally returned from their long raid in what used to be Vancouver, which was usually cause for a celebration of epic proportions, but Summer had returned with bigger fish to fry. She'd been with a metaphorical landmine in her pocket since Sunday and she needed some answers, hopping right off the rig before it even stopped and stomping over to the newly constructed domicile she'd be sharing with Hemmhorage, her brother, and her grampa.
"RICK!" she demanded.
"He-hey, Sum-Sum!" Rick greeted her with a belch and a grin. "L-look at this, urrrp, actual doors! How you like...how you like them apples?"
( How about you tell me why my bus driver best friend from Fandom was texting me about some robot attending my school right now? )
And hey! Guess it was a good thing to have real, actual, closeable doors again, because now she could gloriously slam it behind her to better show off her annoyance and rage.
"Okay, sweetie!" Rick called out to the closed door, continuing whatever it was he was working on. "You go on ahead and go push aside all your issues with violence in a completely healthy and perfect normal wa-a-urrpay! Don't be late for dinner!"
[[establishly, though she does have her phone for texting or calls. Also, writing Rick is hard as hell. I'm clearly not drunk enough right now to do it to its full potential]]
"RICK!" she demanded.
"He-hey, Sum-Sum!" Rick greeted her with a belch and a grin. "L-look at this, urrrp, actual doors! How you like...how you like them apples?"
( How about you tell me why my bus driver best friend from Fandom was texting me about some robot attending my school right now? )
And hey! Guess it was a good thing to have real, actual, closeable doors again, because now she could gloriously slam it behind her to better show off her annoyance and rage.
"Okay, sweetie!" Rick called out to the closed door, continuing whatever it was he was working on. "You go on ahead and go push aside all your issues with violence in a completely healthy and perfect normal wa-a-urrpay! Don't be late for dinner!"
[[establishly, though she does have her phone for texting or calls. Also, writing Rick is hard as hell. I'm clearly not drunk enough right now to do it to its full potential]]
